Club In The City

«Birthday memories.
I remember two years ago, January 24th, 2011
I was just up there, my niggaz was taking me
out to the club in the city
So, we go out to this club in Manhattan and.
I’m there and you know. just came out, had shorties came out
Friends came out, niggaz was buying you drinks
Started off with Long Islands, then we had shots
Then I had some tequila, then I had some Patron, Goose
Then I had some Henny, Ciroc, pineapple — no, Ciroc coconut, my fault
All those drinks mixed together man just called for a bad night
So last thing I remembered, the song came on „My Dougie“
And. that’s the one thing I remembered
and when I woke up the next morning, something didn’t feel right
So I got up went to the bathroom, I took a wizz
I looked in the mirror and my front lip was busted
Like, my top lip was touchin my nose
So I ran out the bathroom, I went to wake my nigga up
I said, 'Yo B, you let niggaz jump me, my nigga?! This is crazy!
On my fuckin birthday?!' Nigga was like, 'Yo.'
He’s just like 'No, nobody jumped you, my nigga' He said, 'You did that
yourself'
I said 'How the fuck did I do this, man?!' He said, 'You just, you left the club
I was carryin you, like you was hurt, like you was just super drunk
You said let you go so I let you go, you was walking, you was just talking
about your daughter
And then all of the sudden… you fell face first onto the ice
And I went to pick you up, but you picked yourself up and then.
You started hittin your Dougie with a busted lip'
And that’s how I fucked up my lip on my fuckin birthday
Crazy, right?»